The year was 1953. My Mom was only 16 years old. Standing in front of my grandparent's house, dressed and ready for something special...
As I've been perusing through my Mom's old photo albums, I'm experiencing such mixed emotions and missing her so. Imagining how wonderful and innocent her youth must have been. Meeting my Dad at 15 and marrying 4 years later. Her suit, hat, gloves, handbag and smile...
another time, another place...
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